Opal and light

Khattiya is a peaceful warrior,

an iridescent body, made of opal and light.

 

A pearl from the depths of the ocean,

emerging from pain and wisdom.

 

She is seated, meditating, breathing,

irradiating light, cultivating love.

 

A fire sword sweeps across

to clean her body, to liberate her.

 

She is still shedding her old skin,

mercilessly tearing off her old scabs.

 

Khattiya is slowly taking shape, rising,

finding herself, her purpose, her life.

 

Being nursed by the wisest of the shakyas,

by the mother of wisdom and compassion.

 

Opal and light coming to this world,

hope, faith, love, friendship and kindness.

 

She’s being born from my death,

my agony is her breath.

 

 

Khatthiya

I am Khattiya, a warrior, a fighter, a trooper.

I died in agonizing pain, I was willingly destroyed.

I needed to be reborn, reshaped, recreated.

I no longer hide behind a fake, rigid armor,

Now I am open and broken, vulnerable.

I can rely on external strength no more,

I found my internal roots, my soundness, stillness.

I have her within me, wisdom and insight.

She is a voice, a letter, a thought, a smile.

She guides me through pain and pleasure.

I am a fire, I put myself at her service.

Burning my ignorance, selfishness and foolishness.

A bonfire still raging, burning brighter everyday,

ignited with my inabilities, purifying my mind.

I am a warrior defending life, justice, peace.

I need to raise myself to save me and others.

Every living being through out space and time.

Screaming like a siren, alive and burning brighter.

I am Khattiya, a warrior defending life.